It is Sextus Tarquin, who, an enemy in the guise of a guest, has borne away hence a triumph fatal to me, and to himself, if you are men." They all pledge their honour; they attempt to console her, distracted as she was in mind, by turning away the guilt from her, constrained by force, on the perpetrator of the crime; that it is the mind sins, not the body; and that where intention was wanting guilt could not be.

"It is for you to see," says she, "what is due to him.

As for me, though I acquit myself of guilt, from punishment I do not discharge myself; nor shall any woman survive her dishonour pleading the example of Lucretia." The knife, which she kept concealed beneath her garment, she plunges into her heart, and falling forward on the wound, she dropped down expiring.

The husband and father shriek aloud.
[Footnote 64: _To do so, and that quickly_,--a use of the participles _facto_ and _maturato_ similar to that already noticed in chap.

53, _degeneratum_.] 59.